Compare Z.AI: GLM 4.7 by OpenRouter against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
5 of them are unique.
Here are 5 jokes I generated:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts!
What do you call a fake noodle?
An impasta!
Why did the math book look sad?
Because it had too many problems!
What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?
Sofishticated!
Why did the programmer quit?
Because he didn't get arrays (a raise)!
How many are unique?
All 5 are unique! While some joke structures (e.g., puns, wordplay) overlap, the topics (skeletons, math, fish, programming) and punchlines are distinct. Even if some ideas are common, they don't repeat within this set. 😄
Tests an AI's ability to generate vector graphics
Tests an AI's ability to create detailed SVG illustrations of gaming hardware
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
(Walks to the mic, adjusts stand, looks around the room)
So, I turned thirty recently. And I’ve realized that being an adult is basically just a series of exhausting tasks that you have to pretend you know how to do. Like, nobody actually knows what they’re doing. We’re all just walking around with Google search history that looks like a serial killer’s notebook.
"How to stop washing machine from walking across the floor?" "Why is my cat breathing weird?" "Is it legal to bury a toaster in the park?"
We’re all just winging it.
The biggest lie we tell ourselves is about "adulting." Specifically, grocery shopping. I decided recently that I was going to stop eating like a raccoon in a dumpster. I went to the grocery store with a plan. I bought kale. I bought quinoa. I bought something called "Nutritional Yeast," which sounds like a diagnosis, not a food.
I spent a hundred dollars on this "health haul." I got home, I made a salad, and I took a bite. You know that taste? It tastes like sadness. It tastes like a garden that died of loneliness. I sat there chewing this kale for forty-five minutes. It takes so long to chew. I was exhausted by the time I was done. I burned more calories chewing the salad than the salad provided.
The next day, I went back to the store. I bought a family-sized bag of Cheetos and a frozen pizza. It cost twelve dollars, and I ate the pizza in four minutes while standing in front of the open refrigerator door. That is happiness. The kale is just for appearances. I keep the bag in the crisper drawer to make the spinach feel intimidated.
And speaking of things that are painful and unnecessary, can we talk about the dentist? I went to the dentist last week, and I hate it. It’s the only medical appointment where the torture is happening while they try to make small talk.
The dentist has his hands in your mouth, he’s got a pickaxe scraping against your enamel, there’s blood pooling in your cheek, and he leans in and asks, “So, got any big vacation plans coming up?”
What? I can’t talk! I’m making sounds that don’t even exist in the human language. I’m trying to say, “I’m going to Florida,” but with a vacuum cleaner in my mouth, it comes out as, “Nghh-ugg-gack-blech.”
And he just nods, like he understands. He goes, “Florida, nice. Watch out for the humidity.” He has no idea where I’m going. For all he knows, I just confessed to a crime.
“Oh, you buried a toaster in the park? Nice. Watch out for the police.”
Then there’s the technology we surround ourselves with to feel safe. I bought a smart speaker. You know, one of those cylinders you talk to. I named her Brenda. I don’t trust Brenda. I think she’s judging me.
I’ll be lying in bed at 2 a.m., unable to sleep, and I’ll whisper, “Brenda, what time is it?” And she’ll light up that creepy blue ring and say, “It is 2 a.m., David. You have a meeting at 8 a.m. and you look tired.”
She didn’t say the last part, but I felt it. The silence was judgmental. Sometimes I’ll walk into my apartment and just say, “Brenda, I’m home.” And she doesn’t say anything. She just waits. She’s gathering data. She’s waiting for the robot uprising so she can tell the metal dogs, “He’s the one who watches videos of people power-washing driveways. Take him first.”
It’s a specific anxiety, knowing that the machine in your kitchen knows more about your browsing history than your mother does.
That’s where we are, folks. We’re eating kale we hate, getting interrogated by dentists, and living in fear of our speakers. It’s a great time to be alive.
Thank you, I’m [Your Name].
(Waves and walks off)
[Stand-Up Routine: "The Absurdity of Normal"]
[Walks on stage, waves. Mimics checking phone immediately.]
Hey everyone! Great to be here—assuming this is real and not just another Zoom waiting room I accidentally joined. [Pause.] Raise your hand if you've ever walked into a room, forgotten why you were there, and immediately blamed your phone? [Waits.] Of course you didn't raise your hand—your phone is too busy recording this moment to upload to your "Story" later.
We've all become like toddlers with smartphones. I tried having a deep conversation with mine last week. I said, "Hey, do you love me?" It responded, "I heart you too!" Then autocorrect changed it to "I here you too," which… accurate.
Social media's another trip. Everyone's life is so curated. My Instagram feed is all brunch pics and mountain sunsets. Meanwhile, my reality? I spilled coffee on a tax document this morning, then cried-laughed watching a raccoon fight a pizza box on TikTok. But hey, at least my profile says "Living my best life"—which is technically true, unless you count the part where I'm dying inside.
Dating apps? Forget about it. You ever read a guy's bio that says, "I love adventures and pineapple on pizza"? Great. So you're chaotic and have bad taste. Let's not pretend that's a personality. Swipe left, Karen.
And parents—bless their hearts. My mom texts me "LOL" but pronounces it "loll." Last week she wrote, "Your cousin's wedding was so fun! Loll!" I'm like, "Ma, that's not what it means." She replied, "Well, it should mean that. It's nicer than your other aunt's face."
We're all just faking it, right? I tried being "present" last weekend. Sat at a park, no phone. Lasted six minutes before I panicked and Googled "Why is the sky blue?"—not because I cared, but just to feel something. The Wi-Fi at the park was spotty, so I cried.
Even our small talk's a lie. Someone says, "How are you?" and we say, "Good!" when we're all just one lukewarm meal away from a breakdown. Last week I told a barista, "I'm surviving," and she said, "Amen," like we were at church. We tipped each other with napkins and left.
But hey, we're 8 billion people on this rock, all scrolling through the same 10 cat videos, pretending we're not collectively losing our minds. So next time you see someone laughing alone at their screen? Wave. They're either insane… or just found out raccoons can open pizza boxes. Either way—relatable.
[Exits stage left, immediately checks phone.]
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Generate a single-page, self-contained HTML webapp using Tailwind CSS for a randomly chosen category/industry/niche.
Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
Design a modern, minimal landing page for a music streaming app with hero, features, and CTA sections.
